Ah the sixties… Now I don’t have a fucking clue as to what they entailed besides The Beatles, polka dots, possibly the beginning of the Tie Die era and god forbid men not only with long hair but in insanely bright suction tight bell-bottom pants! Cringe!
A recent email though has flung me into having to find out what the fuck tarts wore back then… I have discovered much to my utter thrill and excitement, that the sixties saw the introduction of an item that every tart around the world should be grateful for. An item that should have at least one shelf dedicated to it and be available to its tarty owner in a variety of colours and fabrics! Yip, this fashion can’t-do-without is the mini-skirt! Such an ingenious invention – it has secured me many a free night out!
Now my investigatory dive back into the decade of afro’s and spots is not without its purpose… Our Company is having a big celebration do next month to give us all a congratulatory pat on the back for pulling off some huge fucking rabbits outta hats last year. Relevance? Well this shenanigan has been themed (I loathe themed parties by the by): its Austin powers era babybee aka the sixties!
When I first found this out I was devastated, gone was the elegant image I had in my head looking all glam and shit-hot whilst sipping on champers. Instead I was now facing paisley prints, platforms and just generally unappealing clothing… But that was all before Super H and I came to the conclusion that we could get all dressed up, using the mini as our founder for inspiration, looking like our favourite things in the whole wide world: hoors!
Short mini-dresses complete with fake eyelashes and heavy eye make-up? What more could a tart ask for?!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment